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DOMESTIC.

                              features  sour  before  all  traces  of  her  PREVIOUS  ANGER  dissipates  completely,  oh,  but  only  'pon  the  surface  does  it  vanish.  for  the  slew  of  INSULTS  only  fuel  her  continually  growing  rage,  her  desire  to  rid  this  world,  rid  EVERY  world  of  the  wretched  creature  currently  stood  before  her.  alas,  riff  raff’s  position,  his  status  as  general  matters  naught  to  the redhead, no.  because  before  that,  before  he  was  a  GENERAL,  he  was  her  brother,  the  only  person  whom  mattered  to  her,  the  only  person  that  ever  would.  she’d  ALWAYS  protected  him,  no  matter  the  PUNISHMENT  it  brought  'pon  to  her,  that  wouldn’t  change  now,  not  before  frank.  however,  his  words  drew  her  ATTENTION  once  more,  emerald  oculars  drawing  back  to  him,  for  the  words,  the  THREAT  alone  was  akin  to  an  icy  dagger  through  what  remained  of  her  heart.  albeit,  the  WORST  PART  was  knowing  that  he’d  do  it,  not  because  they  deserved  it,  no.  but  simply  because  he  could.  ‘  don’t ..    ’  effectively  cutting  herself  off  'fore  she  gave  the  furter  any  further  AMMUNITION.  he  knew  just  how  much  her  brother  meant  to  her,  what  it  would  do  should  he  take  him  away. so  she  stepped  back,  for  his  time  would  come  &&  then  the  only  DEATH  would  be  that  of  his  own,  FREEDOM  would  be  theirs  once  more.  

                      billows of smoke are exhaled from the doctor’s nose,   &&   it isn’t long,   then,    before he desires the comfort of his THRONE once again.   royalty,   he’s come to realize,   is as exhausting as it is gratifying.   but he doesn’t turn away,   not just yet.   eyes are jade   &&   burning,   BURNING with a cruel satisfaction.   the domestic knows,   she ought to know,   of frank’s rage,   fueled by madness and by the servants’ defiance,   namely magenta’s defiance,   among a vast many other things   ;   the prince is MERCILESS,   he’s always been,   &&   provocation would hardly be necessary in order for him to take BOTH of their lives.   ‘   don’t   ?   ’   comes the scientist’s wicked lilt,   ‘   you’re right,   I WON’T.   not tonight.   perhaps,   despite his dreadful thoughtlessness,   your brother may still prove his worth to me.   ’   &&   frank speaks only the truth,   however DESPERATELY he longs to feel the cracking of the handyman’s bones,   to feel the breath FORCED from the domestic’s lungs   :   tonight,   he will not raise his hand.   tonight,   the servants may rest.